There is an orchard
Just where you think it is
In every dream
Every wish
There is an orchard
But its fruits are never peach
Its rivers glisten
Reflecting the colors
And the graceful motions
Initiated by silent winds
Always to the right direction
There is an orchard
But its fruits are never grape
White flies multiply
Black aphids grow more and more plump
Yet the trees still yield
The birds are both fed
To protein and vitamin
There is an orchard
But its fruits are not guavas
Underneath every soul
That river rumbles
Sometimes it is soft and smooth
Even when we try
To awaken its reality
There still will be an orchard
Whose fruits never fall.
©Simon21
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